The conversation above the tavern was still continuing.
"Lu Qingshan," Spirit Moon, upon noticing that Lu Qingshan's conversation with Lin Yao seemed to be coming to an end, finally interjected, "I also have something to remind you of."
"Hmm?"
"Have you offended anyone recently?" Spirit Moon asked earnestly.
"Why do you ask?" Lu Qingshan wondered.
As for whether he had provoked anyone?
In the world of cultivators, having enemies was quite the norm.
"I saw a tinge of crimson in your fate, but it's very faint and almost dissipating," Spirit Moon said in a low voice, somewhat embarrassed as she glanced at Lin Yao by her side.
This was information she had not previously mentioned to Lin Yao.
"Fate?" Lu Qingshan raised an eyebrow.
"Sister Spirit Moon has a divine natural ability to see a person's fate for a short period into the future," Lin Yao seemed unbothered by Spirit Moon's secrecy and took the initiative to explain to Lu Qingshan.
